The Poisoned Senbon

The Poisoned Senbon?

Seriously, who names a club The Poisoned Senbon?

Genma sat alone in his apartment in the jonin block of the shinobi housing looking at his wall and thinking to himself.

The club had opened a few months ago a couple miles outside the gates of the city. It was a club. Not a bar. There were plenty of bars inside the city limits. Shinobi and civilian alike. Most small and seedy. There was one ninja bar that was decent size and had a good group of loyal ninja customers. But it was a bar. It had a jukebox, but it had long since been broken so the place tended to be quiet and somber. The Poisoned Senbon however, was a club.

Or so he had heard. He'd actively avoided said place because he was Genma. How cliche would it be for him to show up at a place named The Poisoned Senbon?

I mean really?!

But now he sat home. Alone, and bored out of his mind. Most all of his friends were at said poorly named club. They kept trying to get him to come, but he'd steadfastly refused. But week after week more and more of them left on Friday and Saturday nights and he was left hearing about it at the desk Monday morning. Even Iruka wouldn't shut up about it! He sighed.

What was the point in resisting? What would it hurt? He was tired of being alone and bored and unfucked. All the beautiful men were currently enjoying each other without him. That was unacceptable.

Okay. Decision made. I'm going. Fuck the cliche.

He stood up and strode confidently to his bathroom and turned on his shower. He stepped under the hot spray and started his cleansing routine. As he washed he thought about what he might see and hear that night. Thumping music, smoke, writhing bodies, rippling chests, tight asses. He cock quickly responded to the images in his head. He wrapped his hand around his ridged length and bit his lip. It had been way too long since he'd gotten laid. He stroked himself and moaned. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so worked up with so little to cause it. He sped his pace his hand moving faster and faster over himself. He leaned back against the wall and reached his other hand around sliding a finger inside himself.

“FUCK!” He jerked into his hand as his climax took him hard and unexpected. He gasped.

“Holy shit!”

He slumped against the wall trying to catch his breath. Eventually he came around and finished his shower. He stepped out and towelled off. Stepping into his bedroom he went to his closet. If he was going to the club he would be dressed for it.

He pulled out a pair of jeans that were just too tight. They clung to his ass and hung dangerously low on his hips. He paired it with a black, skin tight, mesh shirt that made him look absolutely mouthwatering if he did say so himself. He tied his hair back to accentuate his very sensitive neck and added just a touch of eyeliner to finish the look. He checked himself and smiled. He looked damned good. He formed the hand signs and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

He puffed back just outside the gates. Taking to the trees he reached the club in a matter of moments. The building was surprisingly nondescript. It looked like a wooden warehouse. If it weren't for the thumping beat of the music Genma might have thought he was in the wrong place. Taking a deep breath he walked up to the door.

As he opened the door his senses were flooded with input. First was the music. It was almost deafening. Then there was the smell. Smoke, sweat, beer, and sex. Then the heat. That many bodies generated a lot of heat. Lastly there were the lights. All different colors and all types. Disco balls and strobe lights all over the place. All of it combined for what was almost sensory overload. He stepped in and let the door close behind him.

It opened into one huge room. A huge bar ran the entire length of the right side of it. In the middle of the left side was the DJ booth. A man with blue and green hair stood with a pair of headphones to his left ear and his right hand on the table. He bounced to the beat and his head wobbled loosely. He looked over the huge dance floor. It was full of writhing bodies. It wasn't packed but that didn't stop the ones there from bunching together in pairs and groups.

The jonin made not of quite a few people he knew both shinobi and civilian. Kotetsu and Izumo were locked together locked together without a millimeter of space between them all but having sex as they swayed and grinded to the beat. Surprisingly he noticed Asuma and Kureni at one of the booths along the back. She was sitting in his lap. Raido had Aoba pressed up against a pillar with his tounge down his throat and the other man's hand down his pants grabbing his ass. Quite a few of the younger generation was in attendance too. Being chunin made them of legal age to drink and consent. He noted Ino dancing with Kiba to her front and Shino plastered to her back. His eyes were drawn to a graceful figure. Bare chested with flowing mocha hair. His eyes widened as he recognized Neji. He was stunning with his pale chest sweating and running his hands over an equally bare chest. It took him a moment to realize it was Shikamaru. He hair was down. He was almost as beautiful as his dance partner. He stood against the bar and watched the two dance for a while. He finally turned his head away nd signaled to the bartender.

“What can I get you?”

“Sake, hot.”

The man turned and soon returned with his drink. Gen slapped a few bills down on the bar and walked away with his drink. Very aware of the various eyes following him as he sauntered away. He continued to scan the dance floor searching looking very much like a panther hunting prey. Tonight Genma wanted a pretty little uke. He would keep hunting until he found his mark.

He noted more and more people he recognized. Suddenly his eyes stopped and widened. Two figures intertwined together drew his attention. One tall and lean. The other shorter and more overtly muscular. The tall one was pale and shirtless. His lean muscles well defined. Toned arms, pecs, and an incredible v-cut trailing down into skin tight black pants. The pants clinch to an ass you could bounce a quarter off of and a bulge that was obviously not covered by undergarments. His hips swayed and glided sensuously to the beat.

His partner was shorter. He wore a shirt but he might as well not have bothered. It was a skin-tight mesh shirt similar to his own. He wasn't lean like his parter. He was built. Not overly so, but it was obvious he did quite a bit of weight training. His shoulders were wide and his back was chiseled. It tapered into a small waist and plump ass. Said ass was poured into a pair of way too tight jeans. He danced like a man in a trance. Fluid and graceful. It was hypnotic.

Watching the two he was entranced. He finally tore his eyes away from the bodies. His eyes first reached the head of the shorter man. Shoulder length chestnut colored hair swayed around a beautiful face that was only marred by a scar over his…………

“IRUKA?!”

He never dreamed the teacher was hiding a physic like that under his too big uniforms. Shocked he turned his eyes to the taller man. And was amazed that he hadn't noticed the shock of silver haired on his head. A band wrapped around his head covering one eye. The rest of his face however was uncovered. Genma raised an eyebrow. Kakashi was gorgeous! It wasn't fair that a man as powerful as he be that beautiful as well. When you add the undeniable look of lust in his eyes as he looked at his parter and Genma couldn't tear his eyes away.

He drained the last of his drink and leaned back against the bar to watch the show. The two men writhed against each other. Kakashi ran his hand all over the teachers body. Down to grab is ass. Back up his back to thread through his hair. For his part Iruka closed his eyes and leaned into the touch. He reached up and pulled the jonins head down and pressed his lips to the other man's. Kakashi responded immediately moving his hands to the teachers hips and pulling him closer until not even an atom would fit between the two of them. The men continued to kiss and Genma felt his cock respond to the erotic sight. Of all the people Genma thought he might see together Kakashi and Iruka never entered his mind. Now, he didn't think he would ever get the thought of the two of them together out of his mind.

Fuck! That is so fucking hot!

The men were completely immersed in each other. Watching them he felt like he was inturuding, but he couldn't NOT watch. He stood there and stared. After about ten minutes Kakashi leaned down to say something in Irukas ear. The teachers eyes widened and what could only be described as an evil look took over his face. He grabbed Kakashis ass and ground himself into him. The silver haired one exposed eye rolled back in his head.

Then Iruka pulled away, grabbed his hand and openly leered at the other man. There was no mistaking the “fuck me” look in his eyes. Genma expected Iruka to lead the man towards the exit. Instead he lead him to the back of the room. Genma felt his legs moving to follow. He paused to wonder if it was a good idea and decided he just didn't care. He followed them as they slipped through a door. It didn't close completely and he peeked through the crack to see the two men disappear around a corner. He quietly went in the door and crept down the hallway. He peered around the corner and watched as Kakashi pushed Iruka against a wall and attacked his neck. The brunette moaned threading his hands through silver hair. Kakashi pulled back, turned around, and pulled a key out of his pocket. He unlocked a door to an office with a large window right next to the door and pulled the other man through closing the door. Or he thought he did. Once again the door stayed open a crack. The voyeur found it odd that Kakashi would make such a careless mistake twice now, but he thought he might do the same with Iruka making “fuck me” eye at him too.

He crept down the hallway again and was astounded to see that the curtains on the window weren't completely closed. There was a four incentives gap. Genma peered through the gap to see Kakashi had Iruka presses up against the desk devouring his now bare chest.

The teachers moaned as he took a nipple into his mouth writhing and grinding his erection against the other man's.

“Kami Kashi!” The teacher breathed. “I want you so fucking bad!”

“Ruka” Kakashi moaned the name. “I love fucking you.”

Genma raised his eyes at that. So this wasn't the first time. His mind went wild at the thought. Kami, it was so hot!

Kakashi peeled the other man's pants from him tossing them Kami knew where. He roughly turned the man around and bent him over the desk. But instead of pulling his own pants off as Genma expected he dropped to his knees level with Irukas stunning backside. Next thing Gen knew Kakashi had pulled those plump globes apart and burried his face between them.

“Fucking hell!” Iruka growled. “Oh shit that's good! Eat my ass Kashi!”

Genma was insanely turned on by the dirty words being spewed from that normally reserved mouth. He couldn't help himself. He dropped a hand down to his pants and unbuttoned them pulling himself out. He bit his lip to keep from moaning at the relief as the humid air his his leaking member.

He watched at Iruka eventually couldn't take it anymore, stood, and practically ripped Kakashis pants off and immediately dropped taking his cock in his mouth. He sucked and lavished it like it was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted. Kakashis eye rolled back in his head again.

“Holy FUCK Ruka!” He almost screamed.

Iruka pulled back. “Kami I love your cock Kashi!”

Genma fought back a moan as his hand ran along his length. This was the most incredibly erotic thing he'd ever seen. He wouldn't need porn ever again.

Kakashi pulled iruka to his feet and grabbed his pants pulling out a small bottle. He swept a hand over the desk spilling it's contents onto the floor. He moved to the side of the desk pulling Iruka with him. He pushed him back onto the desk and popped the cap pouring a little of the lubricant onto a finger am d slipped it into the teacher. Iruka gasped.

“Fuck you're so tight!” Kakashi started moving the finger, and soon another joined it. Iruka whined. “Soon baby.”

Genma continued to stroke himself. He couldn't believe his luck. It's like they were putting on a show for him. The way they moved to the side of the desk he could see all of Irukas incredible body spread out. Spread out for him to see.

“ENOUGH!” Iruka shouted. “Just fuck me already!”

Kakashi smirked, “who am I to deny you my love?” He poured more lube on his member and lined up. He shoved home in one hard thrust.

“Holy fuck!” Iruka screamed. “Fuck my ass Kashi! Fuck it hard”

Kakashi wasted no time. He thrusted fast and hard. Genma mirrored the speed of Kakashis thrusts with his hand on his own cock. Not realizing the some of the sounds he heard were coming from his own mouth.

Iruka continued to yell obscenities and it was obvious that he wouldn't last long. He reached for his cock but Kakashi batted his hand away.

“Not yet my love.” Kakashi slowed down his thrusts but pounded as hard as he could. Iruka grunted.

“Oh shit!” He cursed each time Kakashi pounded into him. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

Suddenly that incredible body tensed up and despite never having touching his dick Iruka came. Hard. Kakashi thrust two more times and slammed into his lover jerking as he emptied himself into him. Genma couldn't have held his climax back for anything. He came. All over his hand and the window.

“Maybe next time you could join us Gen.” His eyes jerked up to see both men looking directly at him. “Did you enjoy our show? We've been waiting months for you to see it” Iruka peered at him.

Kakashi pulled away from his lover and walked to the door. “Did you really think I would be so careless as to leave doors open like that?” Kakashi asked sticking his head out the door.

Iruka squeezed behind Kakashi to come out into the hallway. He brazenly walked up to Genma and took his hand. He looked directly into his eyes and licked Genmas cum off his fingers.

“Mmmmm,” he purred. “He tastes incredible my love.” He proceded to lick the rest of his hand clean. Then turned to his lover and kissed him.

“Oh my.” Kakashi moaned as they broke apart. “He tastes amazing on your tounge.”

The two men looked at him again. “We were wondering if this night would ever come.” Kakashi stepped to him and ran a hand down the side of his face. “We've been waiting ever since I opened this place. Why else would I give it such a stupid name?”

Genma stared at him, mouth hanging open. “You own this place?”

Iruka closed the door to the room. The nameplate read: Hatake Kakashi, Owner

“While we loved putting on a show for you. Next time we'd rather put on a show WITH you.” Kakashi said placing a light kiss on his lips and gestured to the camera in the corner of the office through the now open curtains.

Iruka stepped to him and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “We have big plans for you.”